Ten Things on Your "To Do" List. Only ten? Walk into any room in my house and I can find more than ten things to do. Hmm....

Tame the game room. It is filled with fiber and yarn for the restashing and destashing. Check back, there might be something you need.

Finish the little quilt that I started in the class I took a couple of weeks ago. My sewing itch needs scratching.

Block the shawl I finished on Saturday.

Brew a pot of tea.

Make the bedspread and dust ruffle for my room. How long will that fabric sit there?

Declutter.

Go pick up size 15 dpns. Because you know that no collection of knitting needles should be without them. And because you all know how much I love me some bulky yarn knitting. This is when it would be great to have knitters in every house. "Can I borrow some sugar size honkin' huge needles for this one project? I promise you'll get them back."

Jazz clubs have it right. Two shows a night, one at eight for old geezers like me and the ten for the young, hip, start the party late crowd. Go for appetizers, a drink, some unbelievable performances, wrapped up by nine-thirty and I'm home by the eleven o'clock news. We have been enjoying Sculler's Jazz Club at least once each month lately, last night the James Cotton Superharp Blues Band brought down the house. I almost wanted to stay for the later show, but I probably would have fallen asleep.

This one is long, and the video isn't that great, but I seriously, this band rocks, I could have stayed all night. If you are in the Boston area, the band will be at Sculler's again tonight, you might just see me there!

Forty-eight. Believe it or not, I was knitting through most of it, too. On the long rowed garter stitch edge of a shawl, my eyes were on the band the entire time. Knitting the Blues was Knitting to the Blues!

Have you ever heard of it? This is a first for me, and I have been sitting here trying to decide just what kind of holiday today will be for me. I really wish it could be a Stay Home From Work And Get Paid For Overtime Day. Not happening. What about a Buy Myself A Present Day? There are a couple of things that I can get at 50% off at Joann's. That might be good. Mail a Present to Somebody Day? Use Your Favorite Teapot Day. I might combine that one with something. Here Comes the Sun Day. I'll sing that song all day long. I can see that this may become a multiple holiday celebration. Whatever I, and I hope you, choose, I wish for you a Celebrate Something or Many Things For No Other Reason Day. I'll bet I will be updating this post with more things that I decide to holiday up today. Right now it is Get Your Ass To Work For a Few Hours Or Else Day.

Forty-seven. How about Cast On For a New Shawl Day? Sew a Quilt Block Day. Leave the Laundry Until Tomorrow Day. See Your Kid In a Concert Day (well, it would be that no matter if I made it a holiday or not, but I might as well celebrate it, right? Which reminds me, I have to cast on for something boring and easy to knit in the dark.) Knit A Sock In The Dark Day!

Give in a bit to make other people happy and go someplace, a hike, boat ride, snorkel, run, bike, shop a little, check out local yarn stores (if there are any), swim, take in the sights and sounds, whatever.

Lie on the beach, take a break to eat some really yummy food and sleep, then

Try out a different beach.

I'll bring some knitting,

and a book on my iPod,

and even though I have had some great vacations to places that don't involve sand, water and lots of sun,

The beach and ocean are my favorites, especially when experienced on an island in the Pacific.

Forty-six. No island vacations in my near future, but I am consoled by the knowledge that beach days will be arriving in the northeast almost before we know it.

The news on in the backround whist I bopped around doing chores last week, I overheard at teaser to a story coming up. A story about dolphins at play and how amazing it is to watch. Now. Haven't we all heard about how clever dolphins are and how they are probably really smarter than humans and they are social and blah, blah. Don't get me wrong, I think dolphins are amazing, just on that day I thought maybe the story was filler. Until I saw it. My jaw dropped.

Forty-five. I'm gonna try it in my pool this summer. Alright-I so don't want to go where I am sure some of you just did.

In a few words: First sock knitted in the Spring of '07, (1 sock knitted). Second sock cast on for late winter '09. Foot knitted and found to be larger than sock one. Frog, reknit. (1 sock + 1 foot +1 foot = almost two socks knitted). Cuff on second sock knitted and is longer than first sock. Finish, frog cuff of first sock, reknit. Still shorter than second sock AND having knit the last row there is not enough yarn to do sewn bind off, attach more yarn, knit a few more rows and work sewn bind off. Okay, let's recap: 1 sock + 1 foot + 1 foot + 1 cuff + 1 more cuff + three sewn bind offs = 3 socks. So how come I only have a pair?

Thinking that I should probably try to match the first sock to the second, I frogged that one, and while it was a tad bit closer to the second sock, that yarn had been tightly knitted long enough that it mostly wanted to just go back to that state. I had promised myself that whatever the end result I would be done with it and be happy, so the minute the ends were all woven in I stripped my feet down and put them on. After wearing them for several hours I could not notice a difference in the wearing from underneath my jeans. I KNOW! No comments from the peanut gallery, we all have our processes that we have to go through, you don't have to understand mine. K?

Another finished project, not frogged! Well, not frogged for good.

And now for something completely different:

What? Another blue sock? Yeah, that's different alright.

Alright, yes, socks again. Oh yeah, they are blue socks. Again. But look at the needles! Instead of my usual Inox size 0s I am knitting on shorter, earthier needles from Grafton Fibers. I didn't think it would be easy to get used to the shorter needles, but I think I am getting the hang of it, and even liking them. I might not have tried them ever, but Claudia raves about them so I wanted to see what the raving was about. I am spending the day in Boston with my mom and I'll have plenty of time to give these a good workout. Maybe I'll have a finished sock by the end of the day!

And because I know you haven't had enough blue just yet, take a look at what I have!

Yes, blue fiber, but look a little more closely. My friend Kelly and her husband have come up with ingenious drink/cup holders to attach to spinning wheels. Did.You.EVER!? This is just great, because I am well known to kick over the mug of tea that is sitting on the floor next to my wheel when out spinning. You used to sit next to me (with your fiber) at your peril, but no longer! These are being custom fabricated for different wheels, note the nifty angled attachment to my angled Lendrum! Engineering at its best! See how my drink stands up at attention on my listing wheel? Love.It!

This particular cupholder is extra special because Kelly put in a request for blue plastic just for me. Now, the blue is not something that will be available on a regular basis, but if you are quick there may be a couple of special "Knitting the Blues" Special Edition Lendrum cup holders available. Hurry! you Lendrum spinner! We can have matching cupholders!

This just turned up on the NETA list, so many of you may have seen it. It is too good not to share though, and while I could have waited until YouTube Saturday, well. I didn't. Random of me.

Other randomness?

We have been subscribers to Blockbuster for a year now and I have had the first season of One Foot In The Grave at the top of my queue the entire time with a status of "very long wait." Okay.

I am taking advantage of a free two week subscription to Netflix, put the same dvd on the top of my queue and had it in two days. Hmmm... And it seems the turn around is quicker.

Having seen only one episode I'm thrilled. British humor is worth the wait.

Did I mention I finished the second Outlander book, Dragonfly in Amber? It was pretty good, not as good as the first, but I never wanted to put it down for good until I finished it. I still think the author goes a little too far for shock value, but the story is a fun romp. Who can't use that?

Now I am listening to The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb. I am a bit more than half way through, and typical to Lamb's novels, there isn't a whole lot to be happy about. Then the journals of the main character's great grandmother come to forefront and I am loving this aspect. I remember that when I was reading She's Come Undone and I Know This Much Is True there was a point about half way through each that I almost put the book down because I hated the main character or something and then there is a turn of some kind that made me want to really finish the book. I'm glad I kept with it, I hope this book doesn't disappoint.

I found a copy of the second issue of The Knitter (their website is not low on the priority list, apparently). Meh. I still like it, but am not as impressed as I was with the first issue. Of course, there is always the Mason-Dixon column, very much worth the price of the magazine, right? I think the third issue might be out any day now. I'll be looking for it.

I've been drinking a lot more oolong tea lately. It hasn't ever been a tea that I was drawn to, not for any reason, just too taken with other teas. I love this stuff. It blends very well with fruits and makes a light, flavored tea. Yum. My favorite right now? Sweet Oolong Revolution by Teavana.

Have I complained about Teavana here before? Probably, yes. You know, I am willing to pay for good tea, especially when I find some that I really like. Companies like Adagio and Harney are companies that have a wide range of tea qualities and you can pay an average to a huge honkin' lot for a few ounces of tea from either. Usually, very worth the price. When the tea arrives, depending on what size you have purchased, it will often arrive in a tin or in the case of large amounts from Harney (I'm talking a pound or so), a pretty respectable bag. I like the bag, because I have probably ordered it in a tin previously and will deposit some of the pound into the tin for easier scooping.

Now, Teavana teas are expensive. Especially some of their flavored whites, white tea being expensive anyway, but if you look closely at the flavored white teas you might think you aren't getting so much white tea, but an herbal tea with some white tea leaves tossed in. Still in all, I havemyfavorites and will continue consumingthem when I can afford to.

Here is the thing that gets my dander up. Every time I go to order tea at my local Teavana I get the hard sell to purchase a tin to store my tea in, because even at the high price, you get the tea in a little baggy that is not really appropriate to keep your tea fresh.

Did I mention that Adagio and Harney send the tea IN.THE.TIN? I save those tins to reuse. A couple collect change, the rest are washed, dried will be used to store teas in again. Some of them will be Teavana teas.

When I get the big push from the Teavana tea scooper I always tell them (and yes, I know they are just the employees doing their jobs) that I will never purchase a tin from them, that when I get tea from other wonderful purveyors of leaves they include the tin with the tea at no extra charge and I save those tins and reuse them to keep my Teavana tea fresh. I just take off the little sticker from the bag they give me and place it on the tin, so I always know what I have.

Having noticed the hard-sell on everything in the store by the tea scoopers, I asked one happy young girl if she worked on commission. Her demeanor changed dramatically and she said, "No, not really." "Not really? What does that mean?" and she replied that while she doesn't technically work on commission, they are pressured to reach sales goals and quotas. That explains the tea scoopers jumping on me every time I go through the door.

I know, I'm a complainer, but I'll still buy some of their teas. But Teavana, just so you know. I won't buy a tin from you. Ever.

I couldn't think of a random thing when I started this post, and now I have a million thoughts in my head. Some of them are of all the things I should be doing right now.

'Tis the day for the wearing o' the green and since I always start my day with the brewin' o' the green, this is how I am brewing it today lads and lassies.

With a name like McEnright (the Mc was dropped by my ancestors when they immigrated-or that is what the legend tells. Could all be Irish lies.) I have to celebrate the day, right? Me Daddy brought me the teapot from Ireland some years ago, and I usually forget to bring it out for brewing o' the green. Today I remembered! The green and sheepy mug was a gift from Pete and the girls, I have another and a teapot that matches, but they make me nervous to wash, with the fimo clay sheep and all. I save them for special and have the teapot on display in my fiber room the game room. Oh, and some knitting. A little shawl out of some Woolen Rabbit yarn. More later....

There are so many great Irish drinking songs. I couldn't find a video for the Unicorn song, bummer.

And because I don't want to leave this band out and I want you to have one:

And for the "real" Ten on Tuesday: Ten Songs I Hate. This is a hard one. I just grabbed some songs that I could think of. But there are so many that have me changing radio stations fast when they come on. I had a difficult time thinking of them.

The Pina Colada Song. Hate.

That Auld Land Syne song by Dan Fogelberg. Ugh. Really hate.

Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer.

Honey by Bobby Goldsboro.

More Than Words.

Nights In White Satin. I know it, and I like the Moody Blues, but really, what were they thinking?

I loved knitting this sweater. Every stitch was a pleasure, the pattern was easy and well written. I finished it so long ago, it seems, that I barely remember what the heck I thought as I was knitting it. I don't think I made any changes to the pattern except to make buttonholes instead of ties. I love buttons and was thrilled to find these fun and funky ones to put on. The yarn isn't bad, for a superwash. It knit smoothly and didn't lose too much of the drape and body after washing. We'll see how it holds up.

Ingrid, who was jumping the summer gun by playing Jasmine in her bathing suit on Friday, seemed pleased. The sweater just fits, so I think I'll be knitting another for her soon, hopefully this one gets her through the spring. All action, this is all I could get for photos. Just wait until you see my attempts with her brother Ben and his sweater!

How do I begin to thank everybody that sent well-wishes, prayers and positive energy to my mom? It isn't something I am all that good at, putting stuff all out there, but perhaps Tammy's comment puts that in perspective:

I
understand keeping private things private. But sharing can also bring a
wealth of results in prayers. There was a study @ Duke several years
ago that showed that people had better medical outcomes as a result of
people praying for them - even if they didn't know that the prayers
were being made. So prayers for your Mom and for you.

I have read similar articles and studies and when you really think about it-who the hell am I to deprive my Mom of all the prayers and healing energy that can be sent her way? So I encourage you, no, not encourage, ask from my heart, that you continue to include her in your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.

And how is she doing? Well. She is my mom and she has her quirks. She is three weeks into her daily radiation and weekly (with this past week off) chemo treatments. She has some fatigue, but is able to spend a few hours at work and doing her ebay thing and getting around. Even the days when she has only radiation can sometimes be three or four hours out of the day (the actual radiation takes about ten minutes, but you can wait for that sometimes), so considering that she is doing pretty well. She has been receiving acupuncture treatments and has added supplements and healthier foods to her diet, and so far has only had a bit of nausea, so her weight is steady and she is able to eat. Not all foods are comfortable to eat, thanks to the radiation to her esophagus, but she is doing pretty well. Astonishingly so, according to her doctors, who expected her to be doing much worse than she is. Her response to that? "Well, there is next week, and that is when it will get worse." And, when asked how she is doing she will respond, "I'm thriving, I hope my tumor isn't!" Because you know, if you aren't feeling close to death with the treatment then it can't possible be working, right?

As I type, I am sitting on my three season porch, and since it is March and still winter I guess that makes it a four season porch, no complaints here. With the glass in and the sun shining it gets warm in here, warm enough to sit out with a small pot of tea (this green blended with this herbal-the mint verbena not lemon, because I know you were curious), a small bit of chocolate, and my laptop. I'll grab my knitting next. I would have taken a photo, but because my camera battery died you will just have to imagine it. The teapot is a small cast iron and the mug is one of my Blue Sheep mugs. The chocolate is Taza 70% Dark Stone Ground Chocolate. Apparently soy lecithin may be one of the things that is bothering me, and this chocolate is soy free. And very good. I can't wait to find some of their chocolate discs to try. The Chocolate Mexicano discs, Guajillo Chili sounds good or the cinnamon one, or the vanilla..... Thanks to Laurie I found Michel Cluizel chocolate bars and did you know that the Whole Foods 365 brand of chocolate bars are soy free as well? I'm back in the little bit of chocolate per day groove. A very good thing because I just read that chocolate has, along with teas, pears and apples (among other things) have flavanoids that help reduce belly fat. I eat all of those things every day. Now if they would only tone me up and give me that washboard thing people talk about, I'd be all set!

I earned all this sitting around by mostly sitting around all day and then getting my butt off the chair to go for a walk. If Cheryl hadn't called me from her walk, I may not have gone out. I should be thanking her, right? No, I am, really. It was a good thing. I haven't really done much since my injury in January and this walk was, well, I could feel the lack of muscle tone in my legs. Luckily, that just makes me want to go out again tomorrow because I want the muscle back. Why couldn't tea and chocolate do that for me as well, I wonder?

Pete has been away all weekend, down in Florida to see the Red Sox at spring training. More talk of spring! Opening Day will be here before we know it! Things are different around here when Pete is gone. A person can sit in their pjs half the day, doing things like photographing fiber stash and adding to their stash page on ravelry without feeling guilty that she isn't out doing something. And Pete, love him as I do, has a way of hovering around until you feel like you really should make a plan of some kind. Go somewhere. DO something. But my house is picked up and clean and I kind of like staying here doing nothing sometimes. And I did things. Organized the fiber stash, some of the yarn stash, excercised, last night I watched Seabiscuit with Erin (why had I not seen that movie before? I loved it!) and you know, regrouped. I'll admit that I was feeling a bit the slug though, thank God for the walk. Now when Pete calls I'll have something to tell him when he asks what I did today.

What is up for the week in Blues? I have knitting to show you! Things finished and in progress and if I can decide to actually part with somethings, maybe a stash reductions sale. I thought digging through the stash would help with that, but all I wanted to do was start spinning all of it. I need Claudia to come up and be a voice of reason. Will you Claudia? There is chocolate and tea in it for you!

Forty. Is it bad that I am back in my sweats already? I am not leaving this porch for a while yet, time to brew another pot of tea.

Contemplating this post yesterday I figured I would be showing y'all an in progress sock with a little story about how I rarely succumb to second sock syndrome. I was going to write about how I am usually motivated enough to finish both socks in a row, even if they are not the primary project of the moment. Then I was going to show this pair of socks, the first one knitted back in the spring of 2007 (I think), started on my way out the door to a school concert where I needed some plain, able to knit in the dark, stockinette stitch. Then I was going explain that occasionally I can be in the middle of the pair of socks and other things become priorities. New babies, contract knitting, birthdays, sick friends, whatever, all conspire to get in the way and the sock may be forgotten until searching through the stash for something and it pops to the surface as it patiently waits its turn for my attention.

Having taken this sock out last week to demonstrate the short row heel and toe for a student in one of my knitting classes, I had knit the foot and rounded to the cuff and thought it would be the perfect knitting for a day in Boston with my mom. At that time I figured I would be posting a partially finished cuff and proof that I was "finishing" not "frogging" for Finish or Frog It Friday. Things being what they were, and hours longer in the hospital than anticipated, I actually finished the sock! Who knew!?

Aren't the stripes pretty?

Unfortunately, the story does not end there. Once upon a time I posted about my own personal version of Second Sock Syndrome. (That last one has two of my favorite-to-this-day pairs of socks in it.) It has little to do with not finishing a pair of socks and more to do with my inability to knit a second sock at the same gauge as my first sock. Drives.Me.CRAZY!!!!!!

These two sock cuffs are the same number of rows. While I was willing to live with the striping being different on the cuffs (even though I like the second one better-not that it matters, once they are on my legs you can't even see the striping, they aren't that pretty on as they are off), I don't know if I can live with a difference of almost an inch in the length. There is a part of me that wants to work the EZ sewn bind off and call it a day, but this little niggling voice in my head is telling me I might not be able to live with that. UGH. To be me. It isn't always easy. So Finish and Frog It may be the story of this day.

The man with the hot legs had a birthday last week (and I didn't blog it, I know! I robbed you all of the opportunity to send well wishes to his aging self!) and I made him a pair of socks. He is not a lover of the handknit, doesn't wear sweaters, has a thing about scarves (never wears the Noro striped scarf I made him, and it is my favorite one), might wear a hat or felted mittens when he is winter hiking, BUT! He is a lover of the handknit sock. So I made him a pair for his birthday. It was the bulk of my vacation knitting, I knit one and a half socks in Florida and flying home, then finished the next week. He loves them. yay!

The color was hard to capture, it is a really dark blue with bits of emerald green running through it. I was gifted four skeins of this yarn in a swap and can now make a pair for myself. We'll be matchy-matchy! And don't think I got off that easy on the birthday present. I did get him something else, which I'll show you tomorrow or the next day or the next week. A little story goes with.

Speaking of little stories. After convincing Gillian that the day was beautiful and yes, she should make it up to the city to go to church I get a call. "Guess who I saw at church today?" Now, Gillian lives in NYC and that question can mean anything from my cousin to her cousin to anybody she ever went to school with over seventeen years to anyone she ever met, or cover the range to some no name actor/actress or a named one that I don't know or a big star. That question usually has me quipping something fresh back at her, but I was a bit dim on Sunday and my silence led to, "Oh never mind, I'll tell you, you'll never guess." Gillian attends a teeny little church in NYC and Bono attended services there on Sunday. BONO! Humanitarian BONO! Singer BONO! Of U2, BONO! And he stayed for coffee hour and chatted with people. Gillian met BONO! This was, of course, more exciting to me than when she met Elton John or Patty Lupone or, oh hell, she is in theatre, the list is long. Now I want to go to church with Gillian.

Thirty-seven. When I was in high school the show Spencer for Hire was filmed locally and Robert Urich and his family went to our church regularly. While Robert was something, I was more thrilled that his wife, Heather Menzies, was Louisa in the Sound of Music! See, you can meet people anywhere!

If I was knitting little shawls for my sheepy around-the-house ornaments, this would be a finished object! But I'm not, that is a swatch. And if I was swatching for a new lace shawl, then the swatch would have made me happy and I would have cast on by now. While I am swatching and the swatch did make me happy, the swatch was a sample of some spinning, and now I just need to continue on. With the spinning. And the plying.

A Spirit Trail Fiberworks Club offering, this is an alpaca/merino/silk blend that I started spinning on a drop spindle last spring. Like most of what I do, I was going great guns practically non-stop until, well. I stopped. I have three pretty full cops of singles that are dead, dead, dead, but I plied up a bit and decided, before I plied the whole bunch and ended up with a lot of crap, to sample it. While it isn't the best spinning on earth, I love it. It is soft and knit up so beautifully that I can't wait to finish the spinning and plying. It is a fairly respectable laceweight, which is what I was going for. If I wasn't feeling so lazy I would get up and do a wraps per inch measurement, heck, even I'd like to know that, but I'm just too tired to find out now. Someday.

Thirty-six. Maybe tomorrow I'll show another finished object! Could happen.

Ten things I won't miss about winter. First, I like winter. Love it even. Maybe not enough to want it all year long, I do love other seasons just as much, but I hope I can come up with ten things I won't miss. Here goes.

Dark at 4.

My tea getting cold in minutes.

Snow on the grill.

The cover on the pool.

All of that shoveling and snow blowing.

Oh, did I mean sitting and watching all of the shoveling and snow blowing that everybody else does? Ooops.

Cold hands all.of.the.time.

And cold feet.

My sock-clad feet stepping in the slushy puddles left by people that didn't remove their boots when entering the house. OH, and their jackets on every piece of furniture.

Listening to everybody complain about winter! It is what it is, get worked up about something you can do something about!

Thirty-five. I'll try not to complain too much, but the Mudness Spring is the season I could just do without.

Even after posting every day for more than a year, I still don't find it an easy or simple thing to actually share much of my personal life on the blog. Not a whole lot about my family or my health or really personal stuff, it seems so easy for others, but I'm guarded when it comes to that stuff. Partly I think it is for some privacy and partly because things are so often misunderstood in the blogging. I'm not usually looking for advice or pity or any of those kinds of things (unless I specifically ask for them, which I may from time to time), but often people give the unsolicited advice or, I don't know, something I'm not asking for and so I just keep things to myself. Add to that a fiercely independent streak and there is enough reason to maintain my privacy on things. But now I have a finished knit to share, a pattern that is often made to be worn by people who may lose their hair while receiving treatments for cancer. I made it for my mom, who may lose her hair in the next few weeks as a result of her treatments for esophogeal cancer. Currently she is going daily for radiation to her esophagus and weekly for chemotherapy. Burning the inside of the esophagus with radiation sucks, no two ways about that, and the fatigue and nausea that chemo brings. Well, most of us know something about that, if not personally, then because someone we care about does. After this is all done and she recovers she will have surgery to remove her esophagus. Her doctors sound quite confident of a cure, but that cure comes with a price, a long and hard recovery.

This is the second time I have knit this hat, the first was a few years ago, but my tight knitting at that time made a hat that was too small for any adult. This time it all worked out. I had help choosing a color from Claudia, who had the remainder of a second skein left from a Shedir that she had made, generously offered it up to me and I headed straight to the yarn store to get a full ball to augment it. This was perfect airport knitting (and I spent a lot of time at the airport having arrived at five a.m. for a ten o'clock flight hoping to fly out stand-by on an earlier flight. Long story short: wasn't possible). I knit for the whole time, the whole flight and then in the sun that afternoon. You can make a lot of hat in that time. My fingers are crossed that my mom won't need to wear this hat and she can donate it to Dana Farber for somebody else to use. That would be great.

I think the Finish or Frog It idea is a great one. Every Friday I have had a project for Finish or Frog It on my needles and a blog post to go with it in my head. I have to say, I am pretty committed to my poor languishing projects so there might not be a lot of frogging, hopefully a lot of finishing.

Here's one. As Superbowl 2009 approached I thought back to Superbowl 2008 and remembered that I had been knitting on socks that I cast on in the fall of 2007. I didn't blog or ravel them at the start, so I have no evidence, you'll have to trust me. I did post about them over the winter, along with raves about Kim's yarn of course. There is proof of that. Twice. Anyway, Superbowl 2009 in the wings, I decide to pull out these socks and finish the second sock while watching the game, I even took a photo and intended to post a Finish or Frog it post. See?

A lot of undocumented knitting has been going on around here, during which I decided I really needed a new pair of socks. Okay, need is not exactly a physical need, but maybe an emotional one, but the bottom line is this: FINISHED!

I love these socks. Instead of the written toe and heel I worked my usual short row heels and toes ala Priscilla Gibson Roberts. I do wish I had made the cuffs longer. I have this thing about thinking I am going to run out of yarn. A really stupid thing considering my hobbit sized feet, I always have a ton of yarn leftover.